Saturday, November 24, 2007

Carry, Softly

My soft hands
                        gliding over
                        your tired soul
                        tenderly and carefully lifting it to sleep
                        I will carry it for you, my love
                        Smoothing away
                        the unruly wrinkles of sorrow
                        and new wounds that have left
                        their reputable bloody disdain
                        I will wash it again, my love
                        Breathing in the cool late night air
                        kissing your warm skin
                        with a silence only given
                        bringing your strength in…
                        I will hold you, my love
                        Listening to your pain and promise
                        from too many miles away
                        without you…
                        near you…                        I will love you forever, my love

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